Uncle tom's cabin

THE STORY SO FAR: Seventeen-year-old Ulrich “Ully” Talmadge discovered how sex toys work when he spent his first night in the concrete “cabin” of his mother’s deceased uncle, Tomas Varga. Two men from the Vets, who took care of Uncle Tom’s burial, have entered Ully’s now-eventful life, one with startling effect on the teen’s sexual latency, Theodore “Ted” Firestone. Now seemingly in charge of de-virginized Ully and moving him along at speed the kid finds irresistibly stimulating, Ted takes him further into understanding the cabin’s tradition and the role Ully will play as the Vets assure continuance.

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Ted made Ully laugh as they pulled up to Pearl’s Food Mart & Gas, “Her motto is something like ‘Get your food first and you’ll get gas later.’” They trooped in, rattling the door’s wind chimes, and sat at the counter on the diner side of Pearl’s business.

Alerted by the metallic tinklings, heavyset Pearl dumped her mop in its bucket, pushed a strand of hair from her face, wiped hands on her stained apron, peered at both, and declared, “Well, Teddy Bear! Ain’t seen your ass since Tom Varga used to bring it in here – what? – two years ago? You look damn fine grown up. Got your own poke-boy?”

Her manner, as she pushed her updated, laminated menu across the linoleum countertop toward Ully, made the boy clutch and his neck turn red.

“Yep, I’ve brought him a distance already, and I don’t mean just all the way from Mulberry,” Ted said, a hand around teen shoulders. “Anyway, he needs lunch and so do I. What’s freshest?”

Studly Ted did not bother to look at the menu Ully was studying to hide his embarrassment.

“You, smarty-pants. Tom croaked, I heard.” She turned toward her steaming pots, “Chili’s from this morning, so’s the cornbread. Made ’em myself, if I do say so, and I do. Half a cherry pie from yesterday’s in the fridge. My friend Lulabelle’s homemade ice cream’s in the freezer – peach, vanilla, and strawberry. I can do you hamburgers, fries, hotdogs, or breakfasts. Oh, and there’s American cheese. Got onions. Relish. Buns. That stuff. What’re you hankering for?”

Before either could open his mouth, Pearl darted for the door. “There’s the Sheriff – you remember Sheriff Rick, I’ll bet – and his sidekick. They’ll be wantin’ a tankful.”

“She’s something else, isn’t she?” Ted asked Ully, who, annoyed by the chimes, fiddled with his menu, looking lost.

“She, like, knows about Tom?”

“Pearl’s got stories from before I knew him, when he was one wild guy. Someday, if you turn out good, she’ll tell you a few. Uh-oh, Here comes Sheriff Rick.”

Sheriff Rick, Stetson-style hat on his head, stepped through the door being held open by his so-called sidekick. Pearl followed, made a bee-line for her refrigerator. Out came the cherry pie.

She busied herself with it, juggling a stained carafe of coffee, calling over her shoulder, “So, you guys decide what you want to eat?”

“You driving that old Bentley?” Sheriff Rick asked Ted while eying the boy next to him.

“I am. It’s mine.”

Typical of his brusque, law-enforcer style, “Where’d you get it?”

“From my garage.”

Pearl, with pie in hand and coffee mugs, arrived at the moment to defuse. “Rick, this is Ted Firestone, Tom Varga’s heir from over in Mulberry. And that’s his boy. Y’all, this is my friend Rick, who’s sheriff over in Hope, and his trainee Ricky Conroy – gonna be in law enforcement one day.”

“Tom Varga,” Sheriff Rick mulled over the name, “Tom Varga. That’s why that Bentley rang a bell the moment I saw it. Heard about him and his car. Now I remember. For damn sure. Are you one of his Vets?”

Ully stirred, nervously interrupting, “Can I have a cheeseburger and fries?” His recently exercised butt muscles needed a few contractions which he hoped no one could see.

Self-conscious, he tried to distract himself: Something about these people…

“Me, too,” Ted told Pearl before scanning experienced-looking Ricky, then facing directly at much older Rick. “Tom did great by me and I did great by him. Now I’m going to do for Ully here what I guess you must be doing for your young fellow.”

Pearl heard streetwise Ricky whisper in reply to handsome Ted, “I’m feedin’ him more ass than he can handle. You gittin’ that one’s butt?”

Without batting an eye, Ted whispered back, “First time for him was about three hours ago. Natural, if newly discovered, talent. Got plans for him.”

“Hey, you two, it’s pie time for us,” Sheriff Rick said, sounding official. “We got a town to patrol. C’mon, Pearl,” he rattled his coffee mug, good naturedly. Ricky imitated, rattling his.

Hamburgers frying scented the air while slices of now-warmed cherry pie appeared before the newer arrivals and coffee refills were poured for both. In minutes, they were on their way out, leaving money on the counter to cover pie, coffee, and a tip for Pearl – and Sheriff Rick’s business card placed by Ully’s freshly served burger and fries.

This was spoken in a near-whisper, “If you need a real man, son, give me a call.”

Pearl placed his order of burger and fries in front of fuming Ted, snatched up the countertop cash, and said, “Don’t mind him. Rick’s kinda pushy. Got a huge cock, though, and really knows how to use it.” She handed over squirt bottles crudely labeled ketchup and ballpark. “I ought to know.”

Mastication proceeded largely in silence while Pearl bounded from her kitchen to service a drive-up customer outside, an oily rag tucked in apron strings when she returned. “Making money’s such a good thing. ’Course when I was in the flesh trade, the money was better, but running this place is steadier – and I won’t catch nothing.”

She worked; they ate. Ted hopped off his stool to visit the gents room while Ully licked his greasy fingers and popped down the last of their fries.

“Kid, look at me,” she said. “I can see you’re a newbie, but I heard Ted say you were really good in the sack. That true?”

Disarmed by her frankness, Ully did not hesitate. “Ted got me today. I was at Tom’s cabin which my mom – she’s Tom’s niece – thought we could sell, only she didn’t know it already belongs to Ted. He showed me the will. It’s like some kind of sex place where you feel like doing everything. I saw some wild videos last night and it’s like they made me do stuff I never did before. And – can I say this? – I liked it, even the parts that scared me.”

“Ully, what are you telling Pearl?” Ted slipped back on his stool.

“Listen here,” Pearl snapped her fingers at the man. “This here boy’s an honest boy. I like him, y’hear?. That’ll be twenty bucks for the two of you. Special rate. What about gas for that guzzler outside?”

“You can fill it,” Ted brandished a wad of cash. “And can you check the oil? Just to make sure.”

To Ully, “You see anything you want from over there?” he asked, pointing to Pearl’s snacks and soft drinks. “No, wait. We’re going to the grocery store for real food.” He picked up Sheriff Rick’s card and pocketed it, “You won’t be needing this, ever. Let’s go.”

They stood by as Pearl finished servicing the Bentley. Ully was not paying attention as the bill for their lunch and gas was settled. He merely saw Ted peel off one twenty-dollar bill after another – quite a few.

Pearl said, “Thank you,” and, “Bye,” and re-entered her aluminum-framed glass door.

The engine purred softly. Red looked in the rear-view mirror then straight ahead. Ready to roll.

Ully put a hand out. “Can you wait a second? I want to go back in, just for a second, I promise. Okay?”

“Sure.”

Wind chime clatter died down.

The boy was seen leaning over the linoleum, intent on saying something to Pearl. She said something back, rubbed his forearm and patted the back of his hand. Smiled. Looked out at Ted.

“Thanks,” Ully said once he was seated.

“May I inquire about your exchange just now?” Tom asked, pulling onto the highway.

With a solemn nod of his young head, Ully answered, “I asked her if she thought you really will love me, and she told me that…” – his voice faltered – “…I will know the answer when it happens.”

At the grocery, the pharmacy, and during the drive back to Ted’s cabin, silence prevailed. Not uneasy, more a period of reflection for both. Ully let the Bentley’s smooth vibrations render him unexpectant. His armrest provided a place to slump while he thought, hoped that Ted would talk to him. Tell him what they were going to do.

For his part, driving cautiously, Ted contemplated the boy’s freshness as a fuck partner more for his sexual than for his emotional potential. The love business – That came up quick. I was just trying to be nice. This is moving much faster than anything with Tom ever did.

The miles passed, Ted recalling mentally Tom’s convictions that most teen boys needed to cede their asses to him, that straight or gay they would be better men once they knew their body’s sewer was also the path to rapture that could be experienced nowhere else.

Three of Tom’s mottos came to him:

A FOOL AND HIS VIRGINITY ARE NOT SOON PARTED.
MAKE HASTE SLOWLY IF THE ASS IS TIGHT.
GIVE YOUR BOY AN INCH AND HE’LL WANT MORE.

While Ully kept to himself, Ted’s thoughts settled comfortably.

-Tom never called a virgin boy a fool. He would just ask what it felt like when the kid fingered around back there.-

-Budja was there when Tom asked me that. He was Tom’s boy then, ready to shuck his pants and let Tom give him a hard-on just by feeling his butt. Tom’s touch was…a magic touch.

-A drop-in kid would start getting hard.Tom would say,“Get it out for some air. What, are you trying to smother it in those pants? Take ’em off. We’re all guys here.”-

-They wouldn’t be there without an idea of what went on. Boys with cabin experience recommended to hard-up friends that Tom Varga’s was “the place to get off” without consequences from goony girls. “Do girls know how to give guys hand jobs?”Tom would ask.“How many dates want your cum in any form?”-

-Tom’s kicker came in the form of a wager: “I bet I can get you off without coming into contact with your dick. If I lose, I’ll give you as many blow jobs as you want in a week.”

-Who would resist an offer such as that? Even if they knew what their prostate was or where it could be accessed, they did not know how a manly finger or two, or a dildo, or another guy’s cock could massage it into delivering fireworks to compete with the Fourth of July.-

Thoughts about intense orgasms brought Ted back to awareness of Ully beside him in the Bentley’s front seat. He reached out with his right hand and stroked the boy’s thigh. “You okay? We’ll be home soon – I mean, at the cabin.”

Roused from near-slumber, Ully asked, “What do you want to do when we get there?”

“Two things. First, for us to change the bed which is all messed up. And two, for me to make love to you for as long as I can.”

Like light from a lamp, the boy brightened, “You mean it? Not just fuck me? Really, you mean it?

“What do you think?”

What came out startled the driver.

“Ted, Mom resents me. I guess she always has ’cause my presence reminds her of my dad. He abandoned her and stuck her with me.”

Oh Jeeze, poor kid!

“You know, I probably seem dumb, but I’m not really. I just never could get into schoolwork or much of anything. I’ve been grumpy most of the time – until I had to go to the cabin. Ted, I’m like somebody else ever since. All the sex stuff hit me. And then you..came… in.”

Is he wiping his eyes?

Ully’s throat needed clearing before he could say, “You understood everything. You took over. Your showed me I was normal, but I was all mixed up about the sex and stuff. I never kissed a guy before. I never did any of this before except, you know, to jerk off.”

Several seconds passed. Ully swallowed his emotions.

The Bentley’s suspension drifted across the bump from highway to Tom’s dirt road. Smooth as silk, unlike Budja’s VW, Ted thought.

Ahead, in its woodsy setting, was the remote cabin where teens for at least two decades had learned from Tom Varga. Now, it and everything that was Tom’s belonged to Ted Firestone. The responsibility also – he had promised Tom – of carrying on.

That on his mind, Ted drew up near the cabin’s side green door. “Ully, you take in the groceries while I park the Bentley back in the garage, okay?”

By the time Ted entered the side green door, he found the groceries put away, his pharmaceutical purchases on the kitchen table, and Ully pulling off bedcovers. In tandem, wordlessly, they fitted a fresh bottom sheet, smoothed out its matching flat, replaced the light blanket and bedspread.

Ted smiled heatedly at what Ully did on his own: he fetched both remotes from the TV cabinet shelves and plopped to the bed the pink dildo, the black and blue plugs, and the well-squeezed tube of KY from before.

Eyes averted, quietly he said, “Whatever you want.”

An intake of air preceded, “I want…you.”

Ted’s dark tone of voice might have frightened anyone else, it was so serious. But Ully experienced it as a thrill racing over his body into the juncture of his thighs and lower trunk. It registered somewhere in his awakened spirit as well.

Strong arms enfolded him as slowly as might a sloth. From the side, Ully was turned, his brow to Ted’s moistened lips, his stomach to the man’s rising cock. Hands on the back of his head uptilted it until mouths aligned.

Ted’s nose played with the tip of Ully’s own, a prelude to brushings of lips on lips, lips to eyelashes, to lobes of ears, and back to lips which, this time, parted. A tongue tickled and teased its way in. Into Ully’s mouth for the second time that day. Not urgent, luxurious. Richly erotic.

Ted pressed his tongue toward the boy’s uvula, slacked off, pressed again before provoking loving retaliation from the seventeen-year-old.

The rhythm they found together, sliding and slipping in oral copulation, reassumed the day’s earlier dance. Heady as a tango, the effect of such lingual motions hardened the sex of both. Ted delved with one hand down Ully’s back, groped the rear of his khakis, fondled the well-stitched seam, allowed Ully and himself deep breaths, and felt the boy’s hands moving knowingly to stroke his arousal with distinctly amorous purpose.

He seized Ully’s khaki waistband, gave him a surprise wedgie, and lifted him so that they were eye to eye. “Aren’t these clothes in our way?”

There invaded Ully’s mind one of Miss Marwood’s terms in the porn film that shook him the previous night – “offensive things.” Directly into Ted’s face, he spoke in his most serious-to-date voice, “Yes. They’re offensive things. They must go.”

Shoes and socks were first to go. Fingers found buttons and zippers and elastics and warm flesh wanting to be warmer. Arms embraced. Mouths sucked. Love was in the air.

His size an advantage, Ted pulled naked Ully to his own nakedness on the bed. They wrestled moments only, cock to cock, before the boy’s warmest spot received a touch so provocative that it wanted to be parted. Ardent to be felt inside, Ully thrust hands against Ted’s shoulders and raised as if to encourage entry. But inspiration caused Ted to shift his nether part, which contacted where Ully expected a finger to fit, startling both.

“You can sit on it, you know. Not yet, love. Position yourself. Wiggle on my corona, my tip. It’ll lube you. Bend your knees so you’re squatting. Like you were going ride me. Stay strong.”

Carnal instinct as much as muscle fatigue guided Ully onto the point of Ted’s fiercely aroused shaft and down by pre-cum slickened inches to its thick bulge. Managing a pause, the boy stopped the contact of cock to prostate. His face contracted, a grimace of ecstasy witnessed by awestruck Ted.

Balls boiled, Ted’s first, then Ully’s. Both came with abandon, Ully losing balance and skewering himself as uncontrollable Ted shoved up. Utmost penetration shocked them – in place, locked motionless – as sperm ducts pumped and voices cried. Possessed by passion’s glorious pain, Ully began to barrage the pole standing in his ass with movements he had not known existed, ups and downs of increasing distance until he wanted to scream. He came a second, if dribbling, time.

Ted marveled at his discovery’s gasps. This is too good to let go now. While Ully sat in place, insides choking on firm, form-fitting cock, Ted hove himself upright, positioned Ully missionary-style, and lay into him, saying, “Ully, you’re surpassing any boy I have ever loved – by your openness to love’s acts.”

Dazed still by sequential orgasms’ lingering sensations, Ully hardly heard the elaborate, stagey declaration. That a handsome man faced him with sweet words and glowing smiles and was bringing back to life the center of his body’s pleasure caused his mouth to smile, his eyes to glisten, his heart to regulate, and his recovering mind to think:I want forever to be loved like this.

Ully’s cum-drenched path treated Ted to satin-smooth progress forth and back.

Ass staked claim on tumid lance – teen ass, virgin a day ago, now veteran-wise.

Steadily and lengthily, Ted plumbed his remarkable boy. To think, until yesterday, he had not a clue about shared sex nor love.

A funny feeling quelled what might have become an agitated rush. I mustn’t let this end any time soon. He’s so happy – his face shows it.

Thus, in kindest manner, Ted used his every inch with slow determination to prolong Ully’s bliss.

It churned into his mind, while treading and retreading the path he knew so well, that Ully’s mouth awaited more of love’s taste – his, Ted’s, taste.

A very slow stroke in and a pause, Ted watched Ully’s lips part. He leaned down to touch his tongue where lips opened. Instead of entering, he licked the lips from center to each corner.

Across again and only then did he pierce and wait.

Response came. Ully actively received cock and tongue, using his hands to admire Ted’s cheeks, to caress the lobes of Ted’s ears, to smooth his eyebrows.

He’s caring for me, while I’m shafting him. When did any boy do that before? Did I ever do that for Tom?

Ardor drove Ted’s tongue to seek Ully’s the more as he began to rush in and out of the boy’s lusciously-lubed, resilient ass. Squishing sounds made music to the man’s ears, as were Ully’s off-beat sighs between battling tongues and an ass which grew more participatory, grasping well-placed thrusts. Ully took ramping dick with gusto and relish, as if hungrily consuming food. Almost gnawed it.

By pursing his lips around the invading tongue, he heighted Ted’s anal-pleasure joy as it morphed into searing orgasm. Shattered, then dissolved, they puddled where they lay, separated, breathlessly aware of new feelings.

After the siege of their love-making, Ully and Ted convalesced in each other’s arms.

Whole minutes clicked by on the bedside clock.

Ted’s mind pondered: Something about this place compels boys to explore new sexual frontiers. Once naked, bent over, ass up in the air, spread open, lubricated, they had to be fucked. Needed to be fucked. Did Tom build his cabin here because the place was somehow conducive to butt sex? Rumors – old ones – something about an Indian medicine man living around here way back.

The question stirred part of Ted to recover first.

Ully was about to wonder what to do when his fingers chanced upon and fluttered over Ted’s precipitously quivering member, fully strengthened. What? He rolled to his stomach to think.

The thought struck semi-conscious Ted that Ully was signaling him for more – in prone position.

“Oh my precious, you want more in a different way. I’ll love to give it to you. Just an adjustment. Here, a pillow under your middle. Tom taught me how. Oh, he made me feel it so differently. It’s a wonderful way to get fucked, a test of total surrender and submission to a man. You’re my boy; I’m your man.”

Raucously excited at the prospect ahead, Ted slobbered on the puffy place and skidded deep, knocking breath from unprepared but acquiescing Ully. The act’s wildness, however, awakened and stimulated teen desire. His heart palpitated rapidly.

To accommodate, Ully’s ass flared.

Ted pounded into the unresisting beauty of natural symmetry’s frame. Buttocks surrounding rampant cock, cushioning its impact, transmitting lust’s claims – sights and feelings of profound importance to manly display.

“I’ll put you in your place, the way Tom first put me in mine. It’s our tradition here,” Ted croaked as his impact shook Ully second after second for many seconds.

To his credit, Ully said not a word. He hardly thought of love or anything. This was something else, and he loved it. Inside him, tissues, nerves, muscles were being whipped through, over, against. They came to fresh life of their own, jungle wild and ferally capable. Inexplicable, but raring to be let loose.

Whatever Ully sensed – he never knew – he almost tore off Ted’s tallywhacker in a tempest of titillating torment. What ripped through Ted’s loins stripped every drop of juice but blood from the man. His debilitated cock felt itself being suckled – by the now-bovine behavior of Ully’s anus.

For the first time since becoming a Veteran of Varga’s Virgin Pack, Ted Firestone knew how the jaws of defeat (or lipping butthole thereof) felt. Ulrich Talmadge’s ass, by nature strong and by instinct prehensile, now had put him in his place.

Dizzy from such explosive sex, they did not move for several minutes. Ted said, “If you can get up, I’ll show you some things about this house. Really interesting things you should know about because you’re going to be spending lots of time in it with me.”

“What’ll my Mom say?”

“We’ll contact her. Don’t worry. I’ll see she gets some money.”

“She’ll like that,” Ully sounded rueful. “But, do I need my clothes from home?”

“Nope. Never when I’m here. Anyway, we can get you some new ones when we go out. For now, though, let’s start the tour in the other big room.”

“Ted, what’s that small bedroom for? There’s like nothing in it but the basics.”

“When Tom didn’t want someone in his bed, he stowed him in there. Might only be for part of a night – you know, if he was busy with a different boy. Some first-timers are shy.”

If the implications of that were not entirely clear, Ully had no doubts about what the fireplace grouping’s purpose was. Ted explained the overstuffed, brown-clad sectional sofa, matching arm chairs and large ottoman by arranging the boy in Tom’s “many positions to be comfortably fucked.”

Typically, the area was in use when cold weather called for a fire to burn atmospherically in the wide fireplace. Fostered cozy togetherness.

“I was treated here to several fucks before ever being taken to Tom’s bed…when I was younger than you are. Budja helped with those because, at the time, his cock was to prepare me for Tom’s. When, you’ve successfully taken both of our cocks – Budja will come by soon to fuck you – you will be on your way to help me open a new boy I’m expecting after suppertime.”

Shock might have been what showed on Ully’s puzzled face. “I’m going to fuck a boy?”

“You are, while I watch. I’ll direct you, don’t worry. When you’ve given him your cum, I’ll fuck him, and send him home the wiser and the better for it. Then, I’ll make more love to you, Ully, like I want to now. Only, hear Budja’s car outside? Go let him in and give him a kiss that’ll turn him and you on.”

Within minutes, sultry-looking Budja’s nearly eight inches were plowing wide-eyed Ully exhaustively. Over the back of the sofa, conforming further by being bent on one of the chairs’ cushiony arms, the boy took the man. On his back upon the ottoman – legs held wide by Ted whose balls he was told to lick – then sitting on the cock while being bounced up and down, Ully and his ass proved an ideal combination.

“You’re a great fuck,” Budja, re-clothing his muscular body, told the boy with whom he had exchanged loads. The man’s expression radiated satisfaction. “We two Varga Vets – Ted and myself – believe in you, Ully. One day, you’ll be worthy to be considered one of us. I thank you for the use of your body. Another occasion, I’ll show you how I make love in Tom’s tradition.”

Unashamedly naked, proud Ted and achy-assed Ully waved good-bye from the cabin’s door as Budja’s VW threw up its familiar cloud of dust when departing.

“You holding Budja’s cum all right?”

“Yeah. Your’s, too. But I’m sore and I’m thinking I need to go sit on the john. Maybe take another shower.”

With a hug, Ted sent Ully to the rest room, promising to get “our supper in the works.”

The meal was simple – salmon steaks coated with lemon juice and smothered in mayonnaise sprinkled with dill weed before being baked, boiled brown rice with butter, and steamed broccoli. Without protesting the broccoli, Ully wolfed everything dutifully in anticipation of the apple pie he had seen go into the oven. “I like apples – any kind, any way, but I really, really like apple pie with vanilla ice cream.”

“I figured. And because you’ve been such a good boy and will be an even better one, I have vanilla ice cream in the freezer.”

‘Good boy’ sounded like something adults said to a kid, but Ully wanted to ask the meaning behind ‘will be an even better one.’

Ted put dishes in the sink thoughtfully. “When you let me make love to you in every possible way tonight, I’ll show you how much better you can be.” He ended the conversation with, “Ready for some cold ice cream on a slice of very hot pie?”

Ully was and, after doing the dishes together, was ready to be loved “in every possible way.”

“The hour’s odd,” Ted looked at the kitchen wall clock. “The kid must’ve gotten cold feet. It happens. So, I say,” Ted smiled in a devilish way, “let’s make some love – the way I promised. It’ll be hot. A scorcher, maybe.”

The latter word fired Ully’s hope. And I won’t have to fuck a boy.

Turned out that the squeaky-clean teen had not imagined sex toys as tools for love-making.

Those “tools” arrayed on the bed – the plugs and the dildo – were secreted in Ully’s posterior by Ted, the small black plug first “for awareness” while his back was massaged by fingers which already knew some of the exposed area but studied its details from ankles to scalp.

“The way your skin accepts my touches, I love that. The way your muscles yield to me, I love also. The way your sphincter holds onto this plug tells me you’re ready for the blue one. Now spit it out.” With that, Ted smacked both cheeks and waited.

Ully’s butt ejected the black only to receive in return the blue, its vibrations having been started before insertion. “That feels nice.”

Ted turned him over to work from face, neck, and shoulders to pectorals, where boyish nipples were objects of focus. They were rubbed and tweaked, pinched and tugged until Ully flinched.

“I love that you are so aware.”

That remark was punctuated by Ted’s attachment of the clothespin pair from Tom’s bedside cabinet and Ully’s sharp intake of air. “I love seeing you in anguish. Makes you even more attractive.”

Other than to tickle the boy’s navel with a wetted fingertip, nothing about Ully’s stomach was targeted for massage. Fingernails stroked hips in slow motion over and over, calling attention to what was vibrating underneath. That no touch to his penis occurred did seem strange until those fingernails moved to the tender grooves where legs met torso.

Thumbs pressed beside Ully’s scrotum as nails moved scarcely by half-inches, taunting.

“I love to see those balls drawing up as your little dick gets excited in proximity,” Ted said, just a second before he slapped the cock’s underside. “Ah, that makes it harder.”

His nipples having gone numb under their clothespins, Ully felt himself on the verge of asking – even begging – for relief. But he did not. For Ted had moved his fingers to the muscles of thighs and the tendons of knees, kneading them to the point of pain that was anything but sensual.

He withdrew, took Ully’s scrotal sac in one hand and used his other to strap-fit its contents tautly. “I love ball-play, and yours look so pretty turning red. I’ll love seeing them change to purple later.”

They went untouched further. It was his ankles that were hoisted high, Ully thought for play with the blue plug which continued its buzz. Wrong. They were being secured to each other by hastily knotted ropes and tied over his head.

Love was not mentioned until the plug was unceremoniously jerked from him and the dildo inserted. Ted pushed deep, glaring as he did, announcing, “You’ll love this.” He said that as he worked the object with sudden fury and used his free hand to pull one clothespin then the other. Too far.

“You’re hurting me!” Bound-up Ully, twisted in hard protest. His hands, unresponsive to any of the preceding, pinched open the clothespins and threw them at Ted, who let go the dildo and retreated.

“I..thought..you..were..going..to..love..me,” Ully’s voice struggled to say. No struggle compromised his command, “Untie my legs!”

“Ully,” Ted said as he rolled up the rope, “you liked pain before. I…”

The boy, head lying on Ted’s flaccid meatus, interrupted, “In sex, when I’m having a good time, yes; since yesterday when I found out about – well, you know – about all this. Only there wasn’t any love. You promised to love me. Everything changed. You weren’t loving me just now, you were mean. Plain mean.”

“I’m so sorry. I got carried away. Will you forgive me, please? Let me…”

“Let you what?”

“Let me make it up to you.”

“Can I think about it?”

“Yes. Want to watch a movie? There are lots here.”

“Not like the one I saw last night. That was scary. There was torture in it, a woman torturing a boy.”

“I know that one. But, don’t you remember, the boy was responding?”

While that sank in, Ted rummaged until, “Eureka! Here’s what I think you’ll love. The character Elio is your age and there’s another, Oliver, who’s about my age.”

In bed together, they viewed the incomparably beautiful tearjerker, “Call Me by Your Name.”

Wiping tears, Ully asked, “Are you going to abandon me?”

“I’m going nowhere. I live here now. This is my house. Are you going to abandon me?”

Ully thought for the right thing to say. Instead, out came, “Will your dick always welcome my butt?”

Not to be outdone by a seventeen-year-old sexual prodigy, Ted replied, “Hang around long enough and it’ll propose marriage.”

Quick-study Ully proposed, “See if it’ll fit my ring, you know the one I mean.” Like a girl, he acted coy, “We can get engaged.”

Of their own accord, boyish legs rose ebulliently to greet Ted’s kneeling approach. Saliva to cockhead, cockhead slowly through muscle’s waiting ring, sighs from both, depth approached and found, tongues the same – rolling hips, gobbling kisses, clutching hands.

Could they get enough of each other? Not then. They came: “Buckets,” the boy said; “Torrents,” the man said. “Let’s do that again,” they both said.

Desire’s flair seemed a newborn idea. In love’s embrace, they fucked..and fucked..and fucked.

Bent legs and sphincter between tiring, another’s lower back fatiguing yet his cock remaining a solid ramrod, Ully suggested that he face the mattress and Ted slide atop – “Just to hold me in place and keep you still.”

It made no sense, but…

Pubic bone flesh-cushioned, cock far in, heart thumping on breathy teen’s back, occasional twitches without intent, the two settled drowsily.

And went to sleep.

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